Her channel clenched eagerly around his hand at his words. He thrust deeper. “Dance over me,” he whispered. “Move over my hand.”
She swayed slowly, undulating over the fingers he was thrusting tenderly inside her. His hand went deeper, in and out. But what she was doing to him was even more intimate. Touching his skin for the first time, everywhere. The supple muscles under the scars felt wonderful. He smelled wonderful. Wood, smoke, spice, salt sweat, man musk. Her fingers slid through his thick hair, over the taut tendons of his neck.
All that powerful male energy was focused on her. His essential self, reaching for her, merging with her. Touching her soul, and her soul responded, opening, brightening, and then a huge bright torrent of sensation, so strong—
It tore through her, wrenching her with a pleasure even more intense than before.
His low voice had been vibrating for a while against her throat before she put her mind together enough to understand spoken language. “. . . so open,” he was saying in a wondering tone. He withdrew his hand from her body and clasped her to him, stroking her back reverently. “Fucking beautiful. How you’re so goddamn open.”
Caro focused on him, still not quite back from where he’d taken her. “Like hell,” she said. “Not me. Not open at all.”
“You are with me,” he said. “Do you come like that every time?”
She shook her head. “Not ever,” she said. “Not once. Nowhere near. It’s you.”
His head tilted to the side. “Hmm. I like that.”
The look in his eyes hit her hard someplace very deep and unexpected. She didn’t so much burst into tears as disintegrate into them.
Noah’s arms circled her. “What is it? Did I do something wrong?”
She shook her head. His neck was wet from her tears. His hand wound into her hair, massaging her head, slow and soothing. Hugging her tightly.
She finally managed to calm the storm. He held out a handful of tissues.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured.
“Don’t apologize,” he said. “I want you to feel safe. I want you to relax.”
“I don’t think that’s up to my conscious mind,” she told him.
“Don’t think about it,” he urged. “We’ll just take this one juicy, earth-shaking, world-rocking, life-altering orgasm at a time.”
She wiped her eyes. “That’s some big talk, buddy. You have a lot to live up to.”
He undid his pants, and let his penis spring out. Large and long, thick and heavy, flushed a hot red. “You have a lot to give in to,” he countered.
She stared down at it, taken aback. “Oh, my.”
He took her hands, and wrapped her fingers around his thick shaft. Velvety smooth, supple skin, and pulsing vital heat beneath her clutching hands.
He maneuvered her off his body and set her on her feet, and leaned to yank the bedcover down. “Get into bed.”
She slid between silvery-toned sheets. They were crisp and fresh and fragrant. The tears on her face felt cold, but her face burned. Noah pulled condoms out of a drawer in his bedside table, and tossed one onto the bed. He shucked his pants and underwear, tossing them on a chair, and just stood there, letting her look.
Yeah. His abs were flat and hard, his flanks lean, his ass tight, his thighs thick and taut, corded with hard muscle. His big phallus jutted proudly from a thatch of dark hair, flushed and thick. The blunt head gleamed with precome.
He ripped open the condom, and smoothed it over himself. Then shoved the covers aside, and climbed into bed. He was so big, so burning hot. He gripped her knees, tugging gently until her legs opened, and rolled on top of her, between her legs, resting on his elbows.
Her face got hotter, legs clasping him, panic slowly rising as she imagined this big, intense, overwhelming man, all over her. Inside her. Watching her with those weirdly attentive eyes while she fell apart. Drawing his own mysterious conclusions.
It was too much.
He sensed the tension gripping her, human antenna that he was. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t,” she said. “Not with you looking at me like that.”
“I have a beautiful, fascinating woman naked in my bed,” he said. “You think I’m not going to look at you?”
“I’ve been trying really hard for a long time to avoid being noticed, Noah. Now there’s you. A spotlight, an X-ray machine and a microscope rolled together.”
He frowned thoughtfully. “Do you want to be on top?”
She shook her head. “Same problem, different angle.”
He caressed her hip, a soothing massage. “Do you want to stop? If I’m, you know. Too weird for you.”
She slid out from under the cover and turned away from him. “No,” she blurted. “I love being with you. You’re the most generous lover I’ve ever been with. I’m just really tense. A basket case.” She crawled toward the edge of the bed.
Noah lunged to catch her, in a gentle grip. “Wait. Let me work this out. You don’t want to leave. You want me to have sex with you. And you don’t want me to look at you. It’s like a riddle. Just please don’t suggest that I cover my eyes.”